The other day I read Gal Gadot – the actress famous for portraying
Wonder Woman – had recently lost the tip of her finger. "You know in the
early days of pandemic when you start drinking mimosa or sangria or whatever at
11 a.m.?” she said. “I did that, and then decided I'm going to make a cabbage
salad because that's what one wants to do.” She still has no feeling in that
fingertip. I can definitely relate. I hadn’t been drinking when it happened to
me, but my knife wasn’t very sharp. (Dull knives are even more dangerous than
sharp ones.) It slipped on a crusty baguette and sliced my index fingertip
instead. The E.R. stopped the bleeding, bandaged me up and sent me home. For a while
I played the organ without my left hand. Fast forward a decade or two. My
fingerprint is a little odd, but the finger is functional. I suspect Wonder
Woman will be just fine, too.
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